191 - Shave and a Haircut
191 - Shave and a Haircut
Do me a favor, little pretty, if you are going to cheat on your boyfriend, don’t get caught. I don’t like cheaters. But I like those three a hell of a lot better than stupid fucker you’re dating. - Molly
After Molly had given Priscilla a hug and a quick blessing, he finished his beer with his brothers. Eliza walked up to their dad and wrapped her arms around him. Holding her tight, he kissed the top of her head.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, little pretty.”
“Good,” she smiled up at him. “Go home. Momma Micky has enough to do here without worrying over you guys. Go give Priscilla’s handsome men some hell.” With her message delivered, she headed upstairs. Pausing halfway up, she looked back in the bar. “Now, daddy.”
Laughing, Molly went home to where Michaela had arranged for two barbers to come out and give the men fresh haircuts and straight razor shaves. They set up in the little shed that she had used during Covid and still used for family and friends. When the barbers were done and had packed up to leave, Molly paid them the agreed upon price and a hefty tip.
Cookie, one of the few men in the club who did not have a beard, kept running his hands over his smooth cheeks. “Karan is going to have me going to a barber from now on.”
“Meagan likes the seat cushion,” Aramis smirked.
“Dude,” Trigg objected as he shook his head, “I know way too much about your sex life.” Before any of Priscilla’s handsome men saying anything, he turned and pointed at the three men on the couch. “No, I do not need to know anything about your sex lives.”
Porthos sat in the corner of the couch with an arm around Geo’s shoulders with his hand resting on Denver’s shoulder. Denver held Geo’s hand and lifted it to press a kiss to the back of the younger man’s hand. He winked at the president of Pops Place over the linked hands as the other two men exchanged a quick kiss.
“We could always compare notes,” Kilo offered.
“I am not discussing my niece’s sex life,” Sticks warned. “Just as I’m sure that Molly doesn’t want to hear about it either.”
The three men on the couch started laughing as their father-in-law handed them each a beer. “I’ve already seen it. No one told them about the pitchfork for having sex in the hay barn.”
Porthos chuckled, “I knew about it. But my brain cells and soul were being sucked out of me.”
Geo looked over his shoulder at his husband, “I’m taking that as a compliment.”
“As you should,” Denver smirked.
Dino chuckled as he accepted a beer from his brother, “And what did you do?”
“Took my ass back outside and put out the pitchfork,” he smirked. “Nobody else needed to walk in on that. Especially since my daughter was living with pig food at the time.”
“Sorry?” Porthos offered in such a way that it was obvious that he was not at all sorry.
“I’m not sorry, not one damn bit.” Denver shrugged.
“Yeah, me neither,” Geo agreed.
“Wait,” Athos asked Molly as he pointed between his friend’s father and her husbands. “You knew about them?”
“It’s kind of hard not to know about them when you walk in on your oldest daughter being railed by three men at one time. I am not even going to ask for the logistics.”
Patch cocked an eyebrow at his son, “This coming from a man with more wives than I can keep up with.”
Molly smirked, “Some of my women are bi, and they all reap the benefits.”
“Bi does have benefits,” Mark agreed and his two partners, Sticks and Kilo, agreed.
“I have discovered these benefits,” Denver smiled at the two men next to him.
“You, of all people, were not on the gay-dar,” Athos said with a shake of his head.
“Only for them,” he tilted his head towards Geo and Porthos. “The rest of you fuckers don’t do a damned thing for me.”
Geo moved closer to him and cupped Denver’s bearded cheek, turning his face to give him a kiss. Rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin above the freshly trimmed beard, Geo smiled at the other man.
“I should not be thinking of another man when I’m kissing you,” Geo smirked, “except my husband.”
Porthos chuckled, “I’m good with that.”
“But Cookie is right,” Geo continued. “That’s really fucking smooth.”
Porthos rubbed the back of his fingers across his cheek above his artfully trimmed scruff. “It is. No bumps or anything.”
Werewolf’s phone chirped and he pulled it out of his pocket to check the message. He grinned and then moved over to show the bride’s father the pictures that Charlotte had just sent. The first one was of Priscilla’s dress hanging in the library portion of Nessie’s greenhouse. The next one that popped up was in black and white with only the dress and plants in color.
As they were smiling at the picture of it then hanging in the greenhouse, amused at the chicken and the message of Damn chicken wouldn’t move, a candid shot came in of Priscilla. She had her eyes closed as Michaela finished her makeup, Emma was at her breast nursing, and Camille sat in the background with Eliza.
Molly’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his inside cut pocket. Smiling at the screen, he clicked the button and then held it to his ear. “Hey pretty, am I allowed up at the Shack again?”
Soft feminine laughter could faintly be heard from the device. They said something to him and then he promised that they would be there in about thirty minutes. After ending the call, he looked at the large group of men gathered in his main living room.
“Tammy says that the bride is ready, your shirts are pressed,” he pointed at the grooms, “and,” he looked at his cousin, “Gadget has rebuilt the carburetor you left with her.”
“I didn’t leave her a carburetor,” Sticks admitted. “I’m not even certain that I know what one looks like.”
“That did not take near as long as I thought that it would,” Geo admitted.
“She’s going to have the whole bike rebuilt before she’s even old enough to ride,” Porthos chuckled.
“Trust me, I know.” Geo sighed as he stood up and offered a hand to each of the men behind him. “We’ll figure out the next part to give her after the cruise.”
“Misty is thrilled that you guys asked us to go on the cruise with you.” Kilo said as they all started moving towards the door.
“That was all Priss,” Denver grinned. “If enough of us go, then we can spread all the kids out and everyone gets some time with their partners.”
“You hear that, Darkness?” Trigg called as he went down the steps to the driveway filled with bikes. “Grandbabies.”
The large man looked at his father-in-law and grinned. “Bruh.”
Pausing before he straddled his bike, Trigg narrowed his eyes at the man. “I hate you.”